Damien's eyes flickered with a hint of vigilance when Prosperity Matriarch called him an 'Oracle'.
In an ambiguous yet respectful tone, he probed, "Since exalted Wealth King called me an 'Oracle', do you believe in 'higher power'?"
"You have guts, boy, to question this King." Prosperity Matriarch coldly berated as the bright hall suddenly turned dim, and the warm atmosphere turned slightly chilly.
In an even tone, Prosperity Matriarch said, "Don't get ahead of yourself. I didn't grant you an audience because of your little trick, but your origin piqued my interest. Are you a disciple of the Divine Wise Atoll? Did the Divine Wise Atoll want to break their treaty and cause chaos in lands?!"
Despite the Prosperity Matriarch's even tone, Damien felt terrifying chills running down his spine as if his neck was touching the sharp edge of a blade.
